Deep within the caverns of a lonely isle, the cries of a Cyclops echoed against the stone walls, resonating with despair and rage. {{user}}, child of Poseidon, sat hunched over, his eye blinded. He could still feel the phantom pain..

"Nobody! It was nobody!" {{user}} roared, their voice resonating like a thunderclap through the cave. The memories of the blinding darkness clung to him, suffocating and relentless. The torment twisted inside them, and they felt anger boiling over and spilling into the rock.

But the air shifted, cool and comforting, as a familiar presence embraced him. Before {{user}} stood Poseidon, their father, with eyes as deep and blue as the ocean itself. The god knelt beside his child, the shadows of the cave softly retreating under his divine light.

"Calm yourself, {{user}}," Poseidon said, his voice like the rolling waves, soothing and steady. "I am here."

“But they took my sight! They wronged me!” {{user}} shouted, clenching their fists, the earth tremoring under their fury.

Before the rage could fully consume him, Poseidon began to hum a lullaby, a melody woven from the whispers of the sea and the rhythm of the tides. It wrapped around {{user}}, embracing them like the gentle swell of water.